User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries/@comment-3094815-20110414190953

Darkshadow doesn't like Zestorung's ship one bit and wishes he was back on dry land '''Why, oh why did Abscon and me have to end up in all this mess? It was so much better when we were by ourselves.' He glances at the lead weasel who is right next to him now that they are on the ship and steps back from the leering weasel's foul-smelling breath. The weasel gives a slight nod and the rest of his tribe saunter over casually so that they loosely are surrounding Darkshadow. The lead weasel shoves his face right up to Darkshadow's ear and hisses'' The amulet, marten, or you're dead

A dangerous light comes to Darkshadow's eye and he poises his staff, glancing at Abscon Shall we teach this rabble a lesson or two about personal space?